VBS: 2014

Vacation Bible School.  The kids were excited about it.  Even though Myles wasn't quite three yet, we got special permission to enroll him.  I had a feeling there was going to be some tears on the first day but he seemed so excited to go I was hoping he would prove me wrong. Just in case I had to stay with him, I dropped Greta off with Jeff and Katie.

Day 1:

Nora grabbed her name tag and quickly sat down.
So quickly, I couldn't even get the picture to focus.

He was all confident until we pulled into the parking lot.  I could tell his nerves kicked it.  He couldn't be more than two feet away from me as we went to find his group.

Myles had a nervous and tentative smile. This was
the best day one looked.  It was all down hill from here.

The tears started as I tried to have him sit with his group and wait for the songs to start. He asked me to sit with him.  I tried to have him at least sit off my lap but he would cry and literally crawl back into my lap.

On my lap while the others were singing.

When it was time for the groups to go to different classrooms to start the activities there was a meltdown.  A big one.  I went with him and even with an enticing snack waiting in the room, he just wouldn't.  I ended up taking him home with me.  

Echo prayers to finish day one. 

Day 2. Tears outside of school.

Day two came with a different plan.  He said he wanted to try again which was a good sign.  He was excited until we hit school grounds.  He didn't even want to get out of the car.  Lindsay was helping lead the big kids in song throughout the week and today she didn't have her own little guy there to watch so she could be free to help with Myles and offered to do so.  Much appreciated -- Greta had a pediatrician appointment I had to get to.

Once we were inside, it seemed like it was going to be alright.  He fought tears on and off during songs - wouldn't sit by his group but he was there.  Then when it came time to go to the classrooms he even took his group leader's hand! Going through the doorway was another question.  Another meltdown. Lindsay came around the corner and told me to go.  She would stay with him.  

With a little time to spare, I took Greta to the park across the street before her appointment.  I wanted to stay close in case I had to go get him again.  After a couple updates from inside I knew he was going to be okay. Lindsay gave him the choice of staying in his group or going into Nora's.  He, of course, chose to be with Nora (and Mallory).

When I got this picture from Lindsay I could relax.  He was having a blast.

An hour later, still doing great.

When I came back to get him, he was sitting with all the other kids.  Not on a leader's lap.  Participating.  Dancing.  I knew he had fun.

SO proud of him!  

Him staying was reason to celebrate.  Corn dogs and ice cream for lunch!

Who says you can't take three littles out to lunch by yourself?

By Friday, there were no tears.  Not even a sniffle. He came a very long way throughout the week.

As a matter of fact, he's started to ask if it's time for him to go to school yet.